January 22nd, 2020

holy smoak

washing the eye of our land ..

(w.r.t. the Robbe-Grillet, was unable to locate Jelousy/In the Labyrinth and the accompanying Notes)

The Voyeur
(this is the Sparkomatic man who has performed w/ th' chemical pops. he is driving a large-caliber Camaro / what can be his "game"?)

Light-House
first, i am pleased you brought up the case of The Waves / i rather *doubt* it would have been a reasonable pre-Lighthouse choice (hell, i haven't taken the As I Lay Dying plunge either ..). but - yeah - noted !

Nostalgia and th' shock of the NEW
y'all recall me describing Four Quartets as an "Ouspenskian rewrite of Christina Rossetti's super-double sonnet Later Life" / but it's MORE than that 'cause that man from Mars, reporting the behaviour of the Sea Monster, must first become something of a Sea Monster himself : John Carpenter's The Thing (1982), 'cept instead of *absorbing*/mimicking Mercury's an' Subaru's, it's Rossetti, it's Woolf, and - sure - Ouspensky, whose lectures TSE attended in London (that last, i will grant, was the most innovative of his p-p-pinchings). language / imagery : To the Lighthouse (1927), East Coker? 1940 (and - Waveswise - this WikiDetail strook me: "Louis is an outsider who seeks acceptance and success. Some critics see in him aspects of T. S. Eliot, whom Woolf knew well").

Phrases came. Visions came. Beautiful pictures. Beautiful phrases. But what she wished to get hold of was that very jar on the nerves, the thing itself before it has been made anything. Get that and start afresh; get that and start afresh; she said desperately, pitching herself firmly again before her easel. It was a miserable machine, an inefficient machine, she thought, the human apparatus for painting or for feeling; it always broke down at the critical moment; heroically, one must force it on.

.. the subject, largely, of the fifth section of each Quartet :

"Words move, music moves
Only in time; but that which is only living
Can only die." (BN)

b-but
.. Last Year at Marienbad tells you - in its own The Banality of Nightmares way - a good-to-great deal about Robbe-Grillet : repetition, compulsion, subdividing moments into "how many suburbs of a single Event can exist on the head of *pin*?" ..
Grace Ella Hammond